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"Let's try that harmonization again one more time."

Cindy and Rinah nodded at the recording staff beyond the glass. Turning back toward their microphones, they waited for the musical cue for them to start harmonizing. As soon as the correct beat count was reached, they immediately began to meld their singing.

The two girls' low and high-pitched voices contrasted. Both timbres had an elegant quality about them which allowed them to blend perfectly together.

"Wuh," murmured Ahreum with a little shiver. "I never realized until today how well their voices suit one another. They both sound like princesses except one is more rich and the other is more lonely…if that makes any sense." She scratched her head, looking over at Iris and Jiyeon.

"Yeah, it's something about hearing them in the studio which brings out the quality of their voices more than when we sing in the practice rooms." Jiyeon added in agreement.

"Okay, that's good." The lead music producer and audio engineer both signaled. "Nice, let's move onto Jiyeon's rap, and that'll be it for today."

Iris and Ahreum waved at Jiyeon as she stood up from the couch to head into the recording room. As Cindy and Rinah left, they all gave one another subtle high fives.

"Whew! I know the rest of the album has already been recorded, but squeezing in this last song makes me feel like we're cutting it close." Cindy remarked while flopping down next to Iris.

"Haha, my bad!" Laughed Iris with a sheepish grin.

"Nah, nah. It was the producer's design anyway." Cindy smiled with a wave of her hand.

Iris had come up with some new songs during her time in IZ*ONE. So when the Big Hit staff reviewed some of the more finished works she shared, they and Bang PD decided to include one in particular that they liked, feeling it was most suitable for this album.

Thus, not only did the whole girl group have to finish arranging and recording this song for their full length album, but Iris also had to individually record for her parts and any harmonizations with other members.

While Iris did practice her parts on her own—she had participated in the creation and selection of all the songs previously—she still took two weeks after her return to Big Hit in order to refine her singing and a few rapping portions.

This was a short time nevertheless, but thankfully, Iris's professionalism and staff support greatly expedited the process. After today's last recording session, the LUXIA girls would be free to practice the choreographies and continue engraining their performance into muscle memory for music shows.

Iris had one month to learn the dances, and the the rest of the team quickly adjusted for five members as they had left a space open for her when they previously practiced as four.

Due to Iris's ability to pick up choreography quickly ever since her k-pop dance cover days back in America, this length of time was adequately enough for her to fine-tune her performance with the group.

Although she had experience with choreographing, Iris hadn't been able to input as much of her own touch compared to the other members who greatly contributed to the creative process.

However, this was fine because she contributed enough on the composition side while her fellow members could fashion more of the performance aspect. 

So for these next few weeks up to their debut, it was a flurry of activity from dancing to finalizing conceptual aesthetic choices to audio mixing and final arrangement. The Big Hit team ran a tight shift to finish everything and capture the most advantageous window of opportunity for LUXIA.

They couldn't make the fans wait too long after the last duo MV, 'Fearless', and the summertime meant that people had more time. Everyone would be able to catch when the MV dropped, stream the album, and get to know the full group through stages, behind the scenes, old vlog releases, and hopefully variety shows if LUXIA was given the offer.

The days passed by swiftly and smoothly, and the fated date was now upon them.

In the dimly lit backstage directly behind the stage's curtain screen, five girls huddled together and gazed at one another with a serene jumble of emotions.

"Ahreum, Cindy, Rinah, Iris." Jiyeon grasped each of their hands and gripped them together in a right ball in the center of their huddle as if hugging them in this small way.

"Leader Jiyeon." They all solely said with a bright grin that gave away their true, ecstatic mood.

"From this day forth, you shall be known as Ariel." Jiyeon peered at Ahreum who wore a short knight's dress which was dignified yet fierce and contrasted perfectly with her sweet and unassuming, youthful face. Her costume was a perfect blend of fantasy-antique charm with modern cuts and embellishes. Her hair was a rich caramel brown with cherry red highlights that made her hair glow rufous whenever in the spotlight.

Ahreum would represent overcoming weakness to become brave and rise above all belief and expectations. It matched her true personality as well as the role she played in their musical storyline.

Jiyeon turned her gaze to Cindy next. She was was garbed in similar fashion as Ahreum to maintain costume cohesiveness. But her dress was longer, reaching to her ankles. And instead of looking like a knight or soldier, Cindy was decked up as a queen with sparkles and jewels. But it wasn't flashy and remained simple yet elegant, classy and low-key luxurious. Along with the full waves of her light golden brown hair, she looked like true modern day royalty.

"And you shall be known as Ella." Jiyeon stated dramatically with a low tone, continuing with her noble acting.

Cindy's story role was stepping down from riches and comfort into a life of struggle and trials that eventually led her to a more glorious and fulfilling life. This also mirrored Cindy's true plight in reality. And the fact that she shared her fictitious plight with Jiyeon in their LUXIA universe also referred back to her time during the Big Hit auditions and survival competition. Jiyeon had been the first friend she made in South Korea and a pillar of support for Cindy.

Jiyeon herself was dressed up dark silver, long pants that almost looked like metallic, black leather. With her combat boots that reached half of her calf, and her fitted, regal jacket over a ruffled white blouse with a silver collar and accents on the edges of the fabric, Jiyeon looked very much like a commanding king while still appearing feminine and very chic. The asymmetric shoulder tassels on her left arm paired with the elegant chains replacing the missing sleeve of the on her jacket would later help to amplify her presence whiling rapping and holding a mike.

Her stage name was still Jiyeon. Not only did she feel more comfortable with her name,  but it also allowed them to appeal to the Korean cultural sentiment while still being a fitting stage name for her. As the example of tireless effort, confidence, and drive, Jiyeon and her life matched her storyline role to a T. She was a steady rock that never gave up a dream that she knew was the core of her very being from the first breath she took in this world.

Jiyeon turned to Rinah. "And you, now are Reina."

The girl smiled brilliantly, her delicate princess-like looks contrasting with her fierce and edgy outfit. She wore long, tight pants that seemingly melded into her shoes that appeared to a cross of low-cut booties and formal high-heels. An asymmetrical side skirt looped around her waist while fluffy, luxurious fur donned her shoulders and sleeve-less, midriff cut top.

Overall, Rinah's attire was mysterious, dark, alluring, and eye-catching. This matched well with her personality and duality of first impressions versus knowing her. At first, she seems standoffish and cold, maybe even cunning. But in actuality, she was lonely and insecure. Yet she was an unpolished diamond that held true strength and sparkle. This was her role in LUXIA's story. The supposed villain whose was actually an antihero.

The obvious hero figure in their story, though, was Iris. She was the hardworking underdog that learned to believe in herself and rose to great heights from her dedication and overflowing resolve to climb higher and become better. After Cindy and Jiyeon united the two warring lands, Iris was sent to overthrow the wickedness of the northern kingdoms who were unearthed to be the culprits who maliciously triggered the war for their own benefit.

Ahreum was one of the remaining knights who had survived the first war and journeyed with Iris and fought against Rinah, the princess turned queen of the north before realizing the full truth of the situation.

Jiyeon turned at last to Iris, the girl who had begun their shared story. "And you…." A smirk caught the corner of her lips. "Well, you're still just Iris, moving on!" Everyone burst out laughing and grasped their stomachs. It was a good tension bursting moment to shake off their remaining nerves.

A twinkle flashed in Jiyeon's eyes as she leaned forward and swung her arms around her group's shoulders.

"Let's go rule the world, now shall we?"

**Important Note: This is about a fictional OC girl surviving in the music industry and set in real, modern times. **

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Synopsis:

BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond The Scene. The idol group had various names, but to Iris, BTS would forever be her inspiration, both in music and in life.

She had first encountered them by accident during BTS’s American Hustle Life. Curious and smitten by the adorably awkward boys who couldn’t speak English very well, she later discovered that they were K-pop idols. Upon discovering K-pop, she realized her passion for singing and dancing. She joined the Korean Culture Club at her university and participated in K-pop dance covers.

But as a practical girl, she never pursued music seriously. As a second generation American to Thai and Chinese parents, she felt a responsibility to graduate college and be a successful businesswoman. But BTS was the wildcard in her life. When she fatefully met them again during their Wings world tour, her life would never be the same again.

Tossed into the brutal world of K-pop, she became somehow became a Big Hit trainee!

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Genres: Fan Fiction, (side) Romance Fiction

Question: Why is this listed as Realistic Fiction instead of Fan Fiction?

1) The MC is Iris Huang, a fictional character along with her family and the other Big Hit trainees. Any k-pop idols included in this story are secondary leads.

2) BTS are not the only k-pop included in this story; thus, this is more of a k-pop fanfic if anything. With that said, they are more integral to the story than the others.

But because this story began as an entry into the BTS writing competition, I have since after its end gotten some hate for writing it merely due to BTS fanfics swamping the Fan Fiction section. (I really don't see the case for it because the top popular fan fics listed only showed 3 BTS fan fics including mine much lower down the browsing results. But with the contest, the sudden influx probably messed up the New section.)

In short, imagine this as a fictional story that's realistic in being set in the modern world and time with real-life people's names. This story was never completely about BTS, it was about Iris surviving in the music industry. It's like saying a fantasy story can't also be a romance; even though, the story may be listed under Fantasy as the main genre.

3) I see stories on here not listed as fan fiction when they're based on TV shows and series, and the story MC is clearly the MC of that original show. Since I think my story follows Realistic Fiction more than as a BTS fan fiction since it isn't totally centered around them, I changed it two weeks after the competition ended. Additionally, now no one can complain about their favorite fan fiction being overrun by BTS ones.... I don't want to inadvertently add to the hate that BTS receives for stupid reasons like this.

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Note about the realism in this book:
All of the realism is to allow readers to be able to insert themselves as the MC as if living this reality for real in the modern world. I hope to share BTS's inspirational message to love yourself. May you gain the strength to also believe in yourself and follow your dreams~!

Please support the continuation of this story by voting, and enjoy reading! (:

TAGS: Music, Idols, Modern Day, Celebrities, Female Lead, Inspirational, Romance, Fan Fiction, BTS, K-pop

Nero popped the cut glass out with a slight jolt from his palm, air rushing out madly as a consequence.
"My intent lets me glide, trust me," Nero lied through his teeth at this moment of crisis, putting up an honest and serious front.
'They won't even know about the Adept Mana,'
"If you want to live, then jump on my back. Don't worry, I'm stronger than I look." Nero crouched down, hoping for them to believe in him.
"But, how? I thought Basic Mana Phases through their user! Have you done this before?" Micheal shivered in the cold blast of air while shouting loud enough for the Nero to hear over the wind.
"Of course I have! Now get on! We don't have any time to spare! Just trust me, its either this or the unknown Slayers!" 
"I-I scared!" Michael spoke up this time with a frightened face as he looked down and saw the small trees the size of spikes and a river running through with the thickness of a thread. He couldn't help but imagine falling headfirst into the ground and becoming a paste.
"You know what? I'll give you 5 seconds, or I'm jumping my self! You can just stay here and have a party with the dead crew, 5, 4, 3-"
"I'll come! Michael, get on me!" Micheal rushed as he started to mount on top of Nero.
"No! We die!"
"Michael its not the time for that! Get on quick! Close your eyes, you won't get scared of the drop!" Micheal may have been mature for his age but it didn't mean Michael was as well.
"I stay, I not die. I go, I die! Like Selection man!" clearly, Michael had ingrained the memory of his killing and been subconsciously terrified of such a terrible fate.
He jumped through the hole in the wall and ran away.
"Micheal, it's either him or me buddy! Make your choice then!" Nero felt bad for Micheal, being subjected to such a choice in such a pressurising situation must be mentally exhausting.
However, Micheal had only a slight hesitation before he jumped off Nero and ran behind Michael.
"Go without us, we'll meet someday I tell ya! Goodbye Nero!" Micheal had a determined and assured look as he exited the pipe room. 
'So, I made some friends, and now they're gone.' it was not a sad feeling that came over Nero, it was dissatisfaction and disappointment. 
He hesitated, thinking about going with them before giving his body the command to jump. 
'It doesn't matter, things come and go, so do people. It's alright, this world is different, I don't need 300 years to build absolute strength like I did in the other universe.' 
To satisfy himself of his conditions to become absolute in the future, he would need to give up more than everything, it would take more than everything to get to that level. 
'Nova, give me visualisation for the glider and set a course to get out of Saestro and into Vake Lao. Bring Nova up and running again.' 
.Acknowledged.
Nero chose to avoid settling down nearby or heading to his initial destination for two reasons respectively: Safety, even for him, was not assured in Saestro, and Nero knew that the Captain had already informed Nordon Empire of his existence and, probably, sent out a distress signal with his long-ranged communicator. 
A communicator was a rune with an inscription carving that used Beast cores to function. There were all kinds of inscription runes ranging from battle runes to farming runes. Nero knew of these stones and their immense value to the common, even the Captain only had a mid-tier communication rune that sent only audio over a magical frequency, with the benefit of low Beast core, or the power source, usage. 
As for why Nero chose to travel over Kystra, one of the central major powers, and into Vake Lao was related to runes, Vake Lao was, and had a history of being, the greatest Empire in terms of inventions. 
It also suited him as the Nation was full of Humans, sub-humans, and Sunmeisers, the descendants of the creators of the Empire, with, what was thought to be, no discrimation between any of the races. 
The main reason for this free nation was the power that each race group held, each had the backing of a Demon level power and around a dozen Slayer generals that kept peace with each other. 
In comparison to other powers, it may not seem much however, their runic knowledge was unparalleled in all of Mainland!
Nobody messed with the Vake Lao, their ancient runes were far above the peak-tier Slayer range, going into low-tier Demon and even Great-low Demon range! 
'Seems like our cute little user escaped grave danger by the skin of his teeth again! I did some scans so don't worry, they didn't seem to care for the falling children, but that's okay! Fortunately for the duo that left us, they're being captured and not killed, that's a plus!' 
Nova immediately began to yap her virtual mouth incessantly as soon as she woke up from her dormant state and processed all that happened during then. 
'Yeah yeah, whatever. Can you deduce approximately how far we are from Vake Lao?' 
'Acknowledged. Using the old map's scaling ratio as well as the known distance between the user and Nordon Empire as well as the distance between Nordon Empire and Vake Lao... Estimated distance: 23,000 Km. Calculating detour length and adding it to the total: 25,000 Km.
'Estimated time taken when taking total travel time per day as three hours: ~80 days.'
'Great, set the route to Slayer level difficulty, I ain't having any of that pussy shit let's go.' Nero coolly swerved and swooshed past the clouds, only a few minutes ago, he'd avoided detection from Saestro airforces by using the clouds as cover. 
To them, Nero was only a boy falling from the sky that would only take too much effort to save. 
Finally, Nero had broken free from his restrictions and become a free man with his own will! 
With his initially high altitude, Nero travelled much farther than he could if he started from the ground and went up, he also didn't need to use airsteps to get high into the air, making his mana usage much lower. 
Gradually as time went by, Nero became increasingly tired and after 4 hours, he'd reached the altitude of tall trees and desperately needed rest.

Is it really living if it's without emotions? Love, hate, jealousy, is there meaning to life with the absence of such wonders?
Cursed with such cruelty, a boy named Nero came to be in the time of World War III. Losing his mother in the process and being left with only a scorn-filled father, his childhood was far from a fairytale.
Surviving off of his inventions, Nero continued on his path of ingenuity for 300 years, reaching immortality as a start, creating an AI with thinking capabilities, massacring Millions, and much more.
Just as he reached the final goal and began savouring in the sweet taste of glory, an unpredictable event occurred.
|The first task assigned by the user has been accomplished.|
|Would the user like to execute Module: 4th dimension visualisation?|

-

"Where... where am I?"


For today, she decided that should have a cozy, intimate dinner in the kitchen rather than the more formal dining room.She recited her musical choices to little blue audio cube.Gavin enjoyed the classics, from the traditional to the jazz-inspired, from Mozart to Miles Davis.The lyrical flow of symphonic music helped to stimulate his appetite as well as the rest of his senses.Now as she set the table with the everyday but still lovely glass plates with their Japanese artwork, she listened to Vivaldi's Concerto for Violin in B Flat, donning a contented little smile as she allowed the music to indulge and inspire her.
But a few moments later Arianna thought she heard noises coming from the bedroom, a thump and perhaps a muffled moan.The sounds cut into her serenity and momentarily replaced the music.She assumed Gavin had risen and gone to take a shower, perhaps dropping something in the process.But suddenly, Arianna felt a cold chill run down her back.The silver reed centerpiece rustled in response, although the air remained still in here.Nonsense!Nothing could happen to spoil this beautiful setting, this lovely day.Shaking her head to dispel some silly, imaginary dread, Arianna went back to work.
Five minutes later, when Gavin failed to appear, she went back to fetch him for lunch.Surely he would be done with his shower by now.The bedroom seemed unusually dark, more so than she had programmed the graduated timer to dim.Reaching for the wall switch now, she turned it on and flooded the room with bright halogen light.
Arianna gasped and stumbled back when she spied Gavin lying across the bed.Blood oozed from the gash on top of head and stained the white shag rug beneath.The sight of so much red against white made her reel, dizzy and sick.But she knew she had to do something, and do it fast.Steadying herself along the dresser, she inched over to the telecam and held her hand to the screen to turn on the set. A slight breeze blew in from the open balcony doors, ruffling the full-length curtains of soft gauze.And yet Arianna noticed nothing more as she hit the emergency display. Within seconds a full screen image of a uniformed police officer appeared.
"How can I help you?" he asked in an officious but courteous tone, his gaze flicking up and down, registering his caller.
"I-I-there's been a murder," Arianna managed to get out.
"A murder?Do you know the victim?"
"Yes, my employer, Mr. Gavin McAllister.He's-been murdered."
The officer glanced down for a moment to look at his secondary component."I register your address as Elysian Towers, Unit B624.Is this correct?"
"Yes, that's right."
"And what is your full name and ID?"
"It's-Arianna Ravel, 462987355.
"A squad will be right over."
"Thank you."
"In the meantime take a seat in the main living area and remain there.Don't touch anything."
"Yes, I understand."
"Good.Now do you need someone to stay on the prompter with you until officers arrive?"
"No, no, that won't be necessary."
"Okay, we should be there in a few minutes.Hang tight."
"Thank you."
The officer tuned out, leaving Arianna with a blank blue screen.




Marva Dale is the pen name for author Debra McReynolds.  Retired from the public relations field, Debra now spends her free time indulging in her passion for writing.  "I used to fill my school notebooks with stories," Debra relates, "and then add artwork to go along with them.  My second grade teacher, Mrs. Daley, predicted that I would be a writer one day."
A fan of the mystery genre, she enjoys crafting tales with a twist of suspense, a touch of romance, and a bit of humor. 
Debra and her husband, Dale, make their home in El Paso, Texas, with their dog, cats and rabbits.

In the 22nd Century, Los Angeles Detective Cadye Parrish has been called in to help in the murder case of Gavin McAllister who lived on Terre Celeste, the wealthy second tier, and who worked for the Senesco Institute. Digging deeper, she finds a terrible plot involving an age-inducing drug produced by the institute and the unwitting victims of the conspiracy who all danced at the Midnight Lace Club. During her investigation, she meets Dane Merrick, the public relations man for the foundation. And now as she becomes intimate with Dane, Cadye finds she just might be falling for a mass murderer.


The videos, from beginning to end, slowly transformed from amateur short films into vlogs about his happy times together with his girlfriend. Based upon the time stamps, he stopped recording videos about six months ago and judging by the dates of the recorded videos, they were only together for about a month.
There were quite a few videos of the times they spent together, ranging from them eating meals, dating, shopping, taking vacations, and travelling together.
The last recorded video was actually quite scandalous and probably something I shouldn't have watched. The thumbnail was the two out in the woods while his girlfriend was naked. I knew it was wrong of me to watch, but I had to admit she was quite attractive; in the end, curiosity got the better of me and I fell for the blatant clickbait. I 'accidentally' dropped the camcorder on the desk and it just so 'coincidentally' landed on the play button.
Before my innocent eyes, a scene straight out of a porno was depicted and despite my wholesome efforts to try and press the pause button, for some strange, inexplicable reason, the pause button wasn't 'functioning' as intended. Against my will, I was forced to watch on as the power button was also 'stuck' for some bizarre reason which could only be described as an act of god. I couldn't take out the battery either because it was somehow 'wedged' tightly into the compartment and I was unable to pull it out.
While I watched the video against my will, about a minute into their act the girlfriend chuckled seductively and said, "we won't be able to directly film what I'm about to do for you, so we should put away the camera for now."
Her words left me in dismay and I powerlessly watched her malicious plot to ruin the video as it unfolded. She stood up, walked over to the camera and squatted down in front of it with her legs spread open in plain view. The picture went dark, but surprisingly, although there was now no video there was still audio.
Through the recorded audio, I heard her stand up where she then proceeded back to her boyfriend's side.
"Honey, I've been meaning to ask you this for some time now."
"What is it?"
"Why are you cheating on me?"
Eh? What? Cheating? I suddenly didn't like the direction things were headed in. I came for the porn, but ended up discovering an affair?
"Cheating? What are you talking about babe? You're the only girlfriend I've had my entire life."
"Then why do you look at other girls all the time whenever we're together?"
"I only have eyes for you babe. There isn't a single girl in the world that could make me look their way when I'm beside you."
"I don't like liars you know."
By this point in their conversation, major warning flags were already going off in my head as a traumatic memories flashed through my mind. Those were definitely words similar to what I've heard from some of the psycho girlfriends I've dated before.
Of course, things only went downhill from there.
"Babe, what are you holding behind your back? 
"Oh? This? Hehe."
"A knife?! Is this some sort of new kinky play?"
"Yeah, it's my favorite type of play, Honey."
"AHHHHH! BITCH WHAT ARE YOU- AHHHH! GAAAHHHHH!"
"Killing cheating boyfriends is my favorite type of play Honey."
"YOU CRAZY BROAD! GET OFF ME! GAAAAHHHH!"
"Hahahahahahahaha! Do you love me now? Hahahahahahaha! Well? Honey? Love me more!" 
For a full minute the boyfriends screams rang out endlessly as he pleaded for mercy and forgiveness. He begged for his life, but it was to no avail. The only thing that returned his desperate pleas was the cynical and crazed laughter of his girlfriend who enjoyed every second spent slaughtering him.
What I thought was going to be a erotic scene turned out to be the evidence of a murder. I had my doubts though as it could very well have just been a scene for another amateur film he was planning. It would make perfect sense if that was the case. After all, who would have brought the camera in to be repaired if not him, right?
That could also explain the mistake of only cutting out the visual, but only leaving the audio. It would make for a rather interesting scene. Sometimes what's not directly seen was more impactful than what was actually seen. It spurred the mind to visualize the worst based upon what could be heard. If it was a low budget production, the faked death and blood would be much more obvious if it was actually seen.
When the boyfriends cries died out, shortly after, the sound of footsteps could be heard again. I presumed it could only be the girl who was approaching the camera since it was implied the man was now dead.
Despite knowing beforehand that it was the girl, the last few recorded words before the audio cut out was a soft chilling whisper that sent shivers down my back.
"You're next, my future honey."
Nope! Nope! Nope!
I shut the camcorder off and took the hard drive out immediately and I completely noped myself out of reality.
No thank you crazy lady. I have no interest in psychotic women. I've dated more than enough crazy chicks for one lifetime. I just want a normal, lackluster, down to earth lady from now on. One who didn't have crazy eyes that gave me the hibbie-jibbies like you.
It took some time, but when I finally recomposed myself I decided to push thoughts of the strange video to the back of my mind. I'd found what I was looking for and if I was correct, the malfunction might have had something to do with what the girlfriend in the video did back then. Seeing as how there were no videos after that scene, it seemed plausible. Although, I really had no idea what she could have done in that instant to create such a lingering problem with the camera.
Since I probably wouldn't get any further by just thinking about it, I disassembled the camcorder further and eventually stripped it all the way down to where I could see the camera positioned behind the various lenses. When I pulled the camera away from the compartment housing the lenses and looked inside it, I found something very unsettling that I never would have suspected. A clump of balled up long black hair was blocking light from passing through the lens and into the camera. Upon closer inspection of the board, I also found there were fine strands of black hair wedged between some of the contacts of the ribbon cables connected to the board. It made little to no sense to me as I was able to find continuity between all the lines earlier, but maybe it somehow interfered with the connections and shorted certain lines which resulted in internal errors.
It was really something I could never have imagined was possible unless I'd seen it with my own two eyes. It was truly an inhuman feat if this had really occurred when that video was filmed. If I hadn't watched that video, I would definitely have been baffled as to why hair ended up here.
When I unraveled the balled up hair, it was the same length and color as the girlfriend's hair in the video. Even with the evidence before me, I couldn't help but think that my eyes had to be playing tricks on me; but no matter what angle I looked at it from, it was definitely her hair.

If you were told there was another unseen world hidden in plain sight, would you believe that?

If you were told invisible otherworldly beings pulled the strings in the background for their own sick and twisted amusement, could you accept that?

Of course not!

Diogenes Genovese, a man of science who denies the unbridled reign of gods and demons, struggles through the adversity and opposes the unjust world he finds himself a part of.

Bombarded by a string of ever escalating calamities and disasters, his beliefs are tested; pushed to never before seen extremes, while surrounded by a slew of lunatics, he seeks out the truth of the irrational world we live in.

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Why you should not sell your software to Adobe creative suite is because Adobe creative suite pays to use software that other software Adobe creative suite likes to change the prices of their software. Autodesk really dislikes open source, freeware and free software that are professional like 3d software blender and other open-source and free software. Autodesk doesn't give a fuck about people privately for developing to use fbx flies for free and open-source software like 3d software Blender. If you use the Autodesk education version, Autodesk will not give you the right to own the content that you create with the education version of Autodesk software, not like free and open-source software that I will allow you to own your content that you create with the software. Universities and colleges need to stop using Autodesk software for your education teaching but you can use cinema 4d, lightwave 3d or blender for your education teaching. Blender is free and open-source software and you can have it for free. You have the right to sell your content or you can give it for free. Autodesk is full of shit like Walt Disney Studios and Marvel Studios. My production studios will be using 3d blender, lightwave 3d, cinema 4d, free and open-source software for visual effects, animation, video editing and audio editing not like Autodesk, and Adobe creative suite software. You can use an alternative of 3dsmax, Maya, Houdini software, Cinema 4d, Substance Designer, Mari, Nuke. An alternative version of Nuke is Natron & FXhome HitFilm, Blackmagic Design Fusion. An alternative to Houdini is Blender & Reallusion iClone. Alternative software for Maya is Blender.org, Cinema 4D, Reallusion iClone and 3d wings. Alternative software for 3dsMax is Blender.org, Cinema 4D, Bforartists, MODO, Rocket 3F, Sketchup and Zbrush. Cinema 4d alternatives are Blender.org, ZBrush, MODO & Bforartists. Adobe software alternatives are Pixlr, RawTherapee's, Scribus, DaVinci Resolve, Blender is for after effect,Krita.org, Sketchbook, MediBang Paint,Paint.net, Pixlr X, GIMP, Photoscape X, FireAlpaca, HitFilm Express, Shotcut, Kdenlive, Lumion, Synfig is for 2d animation, SketchUp, MagicaVoxel, MakeHuman, Inkscape, LMMS, Cakewalk, Audacity famous in school & university & Canva for poster and logo design. Autodesk is not a good company because they do not care about their customers' privacy and they like to discontinue software like Softimage. 

## 1 hour later ##

I was working on the computer non stop as I prepared everything I needed for that conference. 

## 1 more hour later ##

I stood on the podium as media personel sat in the room with me going on air. 

*3....2....1....now* gestured the man recording to me. 

"Good morning everyone, you can all call me Barto, I am here on order of the president of Spain to clarify any and every misconception fed to people by the group which is now looting this country of its prosperity"

Many people raised their hands I I picked one up "How did Ágata Jiménez die, alias Nairobi"

I smiled as I answered "At the moment we are still gathering information, but all I can say is that she was taken down by the chief of security of the bank of Spain during a skirmish who managed to free himself"

They raised their hands again as I picked another one "Was Cortes, alias Rio, detained illegally in Panama?"

"The arrest was made in compliance with law, with his international arrest warrant issued by Europol and his willful surrender"

The media clamored again as they raised their hands. 

"Cortes claims he was detained in a 45 cm wide cell, is that true?" she asked in English as I too replied in flawless English "No sane person would ever do that, I believe no law under any government allows that to happen"

They hustled again as another women asked in Japanese "He claims to have been buried alive, do you deny that too?? That he was left to defecate himself in the same 45 cm wide cell they locked him in?? That they gave him 40 coffees and cold showers??" 

This time I spoke out in fluent Japanese "Those claims are as grotesque as these people are, next..." 

Media clamored as they went on to ask alot of different questions as I answered them all, denying every negative claim. 

## In a dark place ##

The professor smirked as he said "Do it, now, lets enjoy the drama"

## back to the conference ##

Everyone's phones rang at the same time as a video start playing on them, except bobby's. 

In the video, the man, Osman said how they were ordered by colonel Prieto to torture Rio and paid €200000 to do so. He showed where Rio dug his own grave and was buried alive and continued accepting torture of Rio live. 

The crowd seemingly got berserk as they all rose up raising their phones high screaming at me to answer this. 

I clapped as hard as I could as a loud sound resounded in room. 

"Please sit down, I know you may be having multitude of questions, but don't worry, I won't send you out or get out myself until I answer every single one of you, so please like civilised people we are, we sit down and talk."

They all calmed down with excitement on their faces with an urge to slap me with questions that would embarrass the government. 

"Now, it seems like the professor is even more atrocious than I think, so, I think we are past the point where I could just deny everything and do this the easy way." I said as I said with a grossed out expression

"Please bear with me, this could get very disturbing and oppressive to many people, so I ask anyone with weak hearts be leaving this room."

Nobody left as I looked down onto the podium as I took something out from under. 

"So let's start by Anibal Cortes, I will explain how we caught him in the first place."

"By this" I said as I showed a radio like thing to them. 

"Many of you may not know what this is, it is a satellite phone, one of the most secure mobile phones,   now you will be thinking how did we find it in the first place of it was meant to be the most secure way of communication."

"The reason is simple, the Interpol made it, as a bait for terrorist organisations in the east to monitor their activities."

"But the plan was abolished when an information leak happened, most of these were destroyed by terrorists who bought them"

Listening to me, everyone had a frowning faces. This was no major secret, if one tried well enough, anyone could get this info. 

"But we were shocked too when a phone that was meant to be in hands of mass murdering terrorists end up in hands of a most wanted thieves"

I showed them a video playing on the monitor behind my back, of how the patrol boats approached Rio to arrest him. 

"We took the lead and captured Anibal Cortes on an isolated island."

"But look at this video carefully" I said as I showed a bunch of images and a video of how Cortes was capture. 

The video showed how he was just about to fire his RPG onto the oncoming boats of police officers. The video was not so clear but showed how he turned around multiple times with an RPG on his shoulder ready to fire. 
 
There were even a couple of satellite photos showing from top view how he was holding RPG in his hands from above. 

"All we knew was that we were going to capture a target that had no business doing with such weaponry, but as you can see, it was not that easy" I said as I pointed towards the screen as multiple images showed themselves on the screen. 

Images showing a dungeon full of advanced weapons and heavy artillery, with video of bomb squad opening boxes and finding missiles, stingers, plastic explosives, detonators and many weapons of mass destruction. 

"His house was full of weaponry capable of fighting a whole batallion of seasoned soldiers, from automatic rifles to heavy machine guns, with RPGs, surface to air missiles, land mines, and multitude of dangerous explosives and detonators. That was the moment we came to know, all of this was as simple as it seemed" I then showed them images of multiple destroyed armoured vehicles and dead bodies of law enforcement officers. 

"These were weapons that had been stolen and alleged by the terrorist organization Al-Qaeda, killing 8 men who sacrificed their lives to do their duty."

"The terrorist organisation took full responsibility and said they would use these to terrorise more people" I said as I showed a pic of newspaper where Al-Qaeda took responsibility for it.

"Our suspicions increased, these people who stole about €980 million from the Royal Mint of Spain, were using this money to either fund a terrorist organisation, or were planning something like a genocide, because that was the only case considering the kind of weaponry these people had bought from those organisations"

"Now, Anibal Cortes was considered a potential terrorist of top priority."

I took out my phone as I touched the screen a few times "Now listen to this" I said as I played an audio clip 

""You don't need to worry, even if they came I'll take care of them, I have bought the whole stash that you wanted, we have RPG, guided missiles, even anti-tank missile launchers, we'll blow everyone in our way..."" Came the voice of Rio from my phone as I stopped audio

"This is him, alleging that he and his group will definitely kill people with these weapons, and this was audio recovered from the satellite phone that we bugged, unknown to him"

"Now, it was confirmed, Anibal Cortes, and his group were considered terrorist organisation instead of a a band of thieves"

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After she mentally thought it through, she sighed in relief. 
Before she could even fully exhale the air in her lungs, the content that popped up on the screen made her eyes widen. All the blood in her body seemed to be flowing backward. 
The webpage clearly displayed one person's name and picture: Qiao Qing
Literature: 150
Math: 150
Comprehensive Science: 300
English: 150
Total: 750
When everyone saw this window, they all fell into silence. Afterward, they exploded like a bomb. 
"My god, did I see this wrong? Full marks?! So when they said there was someone in this country who got full marks, that wasn't just a rumor!"
"What the hell! Full marks on an exam like that - is she human?!"
"Didn't everyone see the name up there? It's Qiao Qing! The picture is of her too! The pretty girl Qiao Qing!"
"My god! Qiao Qing did write the entrance exam! AND she got full marks! Then what's that thread in the forum about?! Who said she didn't write the exam?!"
Chen Nanfeng arrived with her classmates. They too, only realized what was happening after some time. 
Then, she cupped her face, "Oh my god, not only is Qingqing a pretty girl that blooms once a century, but she's also the number one scholar! My god, I am going to kneel down to my goddess!"
She then glanced around, "See! You all listened to an outsider! I sure want to see how you will face Qingqing in the future!"
Everyone around him looked ashamed. 
Nan Hanfeng's peripheral vision caught Tian Zhen, who stood not too far away, and she smiled. 
"The person who got 723 - what's there to brag about? No matter where she went, she bragged about being the number one scholar in the entire nation. She even mocked that Qingqing only has a pretty face. Isn't this slap in the face loud and beautiful?!"
"Our Qingqing got full marks! Not only is she so much prettier than you, but her grades are also a lot higher than the grade you've been so proud of! You brag now! You keep bragging now!"
Tian Zhen's face was looking uglier than usual, "I heard with my own ears that the Dean gave her a free spot. How could that be fake? Plus, her high school grades are real…"
Chen Nanfeng made a "huh" sound, "How do you know about her high school grades? Could it be that you were the original poster of the thread from this morning?!"
Tian Zhen clenched her fist, "It doesn't matter who made that post. They were transcripts with stamps from the educational institution in the City of Brisk. How could that be fake?"
"Plus, I truly did hear the Dean make that comment. Sadly, I have no audio recording. If you think I'm lying, we can go find the Dean!"
Just then, someone shouted, "Look at the screen!"
Everyone turned around and saw a surveillance video play on the display screen.
The backdrop was a mansion. The center of it was the UCC Dean and Qiao Qing!
Cui Yan asked Qiao Qing, "What about it? Have you thought it through? Do you want to accept this opportunity to be accepted into UCC? You don't even need to apply."
Once he spoke, the students' faces turned surprised. Tian Zhen on the other hand looked as proud as ever, "I told you! The Dean gave her the free spot!"
Just then, Qiao Qing spoke out to the Dean on the screen, "There's no need."
"Your goal isn't to go to UCC?"
Qiao Qing shook her head, "I will go to UCC, but there's no need to spare me an application. I will get in by acing the entrance exam." 
After the video finished playing, Tian Zhen pursed her lips as the others riled up yet again. 
"What the hell! She had the courage to reject free admission?? Just how confident was she?!"


For more than a decade, she disguised herself as a weakling while preyed on the strong – Qiao Qing had never viewed reputation as an important matter. 
But people began to take advantage and purposely hurt the ones she cared about. 
Qiao Qing then decided to stop hiding her real self. 
An incapable good-for-nothing? Her natural genius IQ can explode your eyeballs!
A lowly commoner? Her real identity made her someone who you are not worthy enough to be friends with!
A feeble chick? Her skills in ancient martial art can result in you looking for your teeth all over the ground!
A godly student, a godly Go player, a godly night rider, a godly martial artist… as her real identity revealed little by little, all those snobs who once viewed her poorly began to switch sides and attempted to please her. 
Qiao Qing shut the front door. No guests welcomed. 
She blocked those who wanted her for their own selfish demands, but she couldn’t stop this one evildoer from approaching her. 
Just like that, climbing over the walls and entering through the window became Jun Yexuan’s specialty. 
As the President of the Jun Corporation, he had enough to protect Qiao Qing her entire life.
But what bothered him was that Qiao Qing was far too independent and far too capable. Without any of his help, she was able to successfully handle everything. 
Jun Yexuan became moody – he felt like he wasn’t needed! 
So, on a random day, a cry for help appeared on Weibo, “What do I do when the wife is too capable? Waiting for immediate responses – it’s urgent.”


Chao Chen and Wang Jin found themselves in a small room. Before they could move, a smoke burst out from their heads and the game system rang in his ears, "Finished sterilization. Welcome to the Apocalypse World, new player. Please choose your name."

Chen looked up at the metal ceiling with big tubings and thought of his usual game name. "Kross." His grandfather suggested it. The name was the old man's favorite comic book hero who wore a cross necklace, and Chen used it ever since.

"Welcome to the Apocalypse World, Kross. I'm System 1. Always remember to not leave the safe zone. Zombies are lurking outside and would attack you. Join a guild or start a new one for extra protection. This is an audio command game. Call me and give your command, and I will guide you in the game. Complete daily quest to upgrade. Have a good playing day."

Odd but exciting, that was what Chao Chen felt. This was the first audio-command game he encountered. Most of all, the hot smoke from earlier. "Very weird. Sterilization? Are we in a lab?" He laughed, thinking of the effort the game developers made.

"You can feel the smoke's heat too, right? You'll see that this game is too realistic. I'm really impressed. As you heard, we were sterilized. Haha, we are full of germs. What's your game name? Call me Bonaparte here. And don't reveal our true name. Remember, the players are not just anybody. Pro players could be one of them and offend someone you shouldn't."

"I know. Mine is Kross, as always. That name is my winning name and a remembrance of my wonderful grandfather," Chen said. And he recalled something vital in any virtual games. They provided avatars a player could manipulate through the tubes attached to their bodies. With his special situation, only his upper body had the tubes and the games gave him customized command buttons for his legs to move. It was hard to manipulate at first but with his memories intact when he was still walking on his two legs and with patience, of course, he overcame the difficulties and won the games. 

However, this one didn't give him one. He felt he had to walk on his own and tried moving, but nothing changed. "System?" No reply. He recalled the missing number and tried again. "System 1, provide my avatar and special command buttons." 

"Please wait while the system studies your bodily functions." Two minutes after, it said, "Scanning done and found the needed modification method. In sixty seconds, you can start moving. Countdown begins. 60, 59, 58…"

This puzzled Chen. Was this part of their scheme to make it realistic? First, with the sense of touch and now the means for him to walk. Was this necessary for a game? Intrigued, he waited. 

"Kross, let's go," Jin said.

"Wait for a minute. I can't move my avatar yet. They are making it move."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know." Jin stared at Kross. "Honestly, you're amazing, you know? I can't believe you always win against players with good legs like your feet are okay." And he realized he might have said something offending. "Ah, I mean, you're fantastic." He scratched his head, ashamed for being insensitive.

"No problem, Jin. I got over it." Chen said, smiling to assure his friend.

A minute after. "Kross, try to move. You might feel hardness all over your legs, but it will slowly improve as you continue," System 1 said.

Kross followed the instructions and began moving his feet. The first few steps were stiff and painful at the start and easier later, but he couldn't jump or run yet. Raging pain strained his leg muscles if he did. He grinned, thinking as if he was going through therapy. "Such a ridiculous and funny game," he muttered under his breath. He knew these false sensations were too good to be true for the game to copy. And salute the developers for doing their best to make him experience this. How could a game make him walk again? Absurd.

"System 1, when can I do the jumps and other moves like somersaults?"

"Give the system some time to improve your bodily functions. Warning: don't do any gymnastics or swift movements at this moment." 

Chen laughed at the word gymnastics. Amused, he imagined System 1 was a therapist AI(Artificial Intelligence). Slowly, he walked to a rifle on the wall. He touched it and his mouth gaped because he could feel the coldness of the steel. The game's sense of touch was absolutely great. After lifting, he pointed it to Jin's unmasked face. "It feels so real. I can even feel the weapon in my hand." 

Jin pushed the rifle away from his face. "Whoa! Whoa! Don't do that. I know this is just a game, but I still have goosebumps. I already killed rats with that. So knock it off. Let's go." He pulled a ruler-length machine gun on the wall and walked to a tightly sealed door.

"Wow, how come you have that? I didn't see it minutes ago." Chao Chen wanted to hold the said gun, but a voice spoke, "Buy the weapon or do a task to win it."

"Ooh, so you bought that one? Buy one for me too, oh great Wang Jin," Chao Chen said, grinning silly and bowing at Jin. He also noted the system's warning without him asking.

"Nah, I did the task. I'll explore the game more before I'll decide if I'll buy anything in the game. You couldn't see it earlier because the system will only show you what you can get for the time being. I'll show you where to get it." Jin pulled an empty backpack and gave it to Chen, and he took the one where his weapon was. 

As an experienced gamer, Chen tried his luck. "System, other weapons I can use?" The system didn't reply. And he remembered what he missed. "System 1?"

"Yes, give your command."

Chen's shoulders sagged and repeated the question and added, "Are there any hidden weapons for me?"

In a blink of an eye, a hunting knife appeared on the wall. "Nice." He snatched it without hesitation. He liked the feel of the knife handle in his hand and its sharp blade. He then attached its holder to his belt, positioning it at his waist's left side before he wore his backpack. 

"Wow, you seem to know the game better than I do. I haven't seen that knife before. I was not wrong about choosing you," Jin said. "How did you get it?"

"I only asked the system. Games always have hidden rewards, so I'm always on the lookout." Chen replied. "No more hidden weapons, System 1?"

"Upgrade first," the female voice said again. 

Chen recalled something important he saw in games and said, "System 1, show me my stats."

A panel appeared before him.

[Life to revive: 1 (Needs upgrade)
Healing speed: 60 minutes (normal wounds only)
Strength: Normal
Eyesight: Sharp
Hearing: Normal
Speed: Normal
Agility: Normal
Brain Power: Normal
Special Ability: 0 
Daily Quest: None completed. Go out to the apocalypse world.]

Jin heard what Chen did, so he also checked his own stats. As a not-too-serious gamer, he never thought of it before, although he had already played the game for a day. Chen perfectly impressed him.

"What do you think, Chen?"

"Weird. It's totally different. We only have one life, so we'll die right away. Most games give max life and slowly go down every time you die. But this one is the opposite." Chen didn't tell more about the rest because he was still trying to understand how the stats work. 

"I already gained two, but the healing speed is 60 minutes. Strength...normal. Eyesight? Whoa! sharp. I think I need to test this. I don't have the 20/20 vision, you know?" He talked and talked about what he saw, but Chen focused on his. 

"System 1, how to upgrade stats?" Chen said.

"Your body will undergo upgrades as you continue the game. You can also go to the store to buy special products for upgrades."

"Game stores, huh?"

"The system will guide you there, but I know two stores near here. But let's go hunting first," Jin said to help Chen.

Facing the air-tight door, Jin turned the lever with his free hand and an air releasing sound came off. After they stepped out, the door closed on its own, producing a hissing sound. 

Chao Chen was so curious, looking at every corner of the place. "The setting is so old. This is more like cities in the early 2000s. It is apocalypse days so the time should be modern too, but limited but why that far. They should choose early 2100." They walked to abandoned and broken cemented roads, smashed cars with rusty bodies, stores with broken glass windows and upturned furniture inside, and buildings with holed walls. But overall, what he saw was they were in an anime.

"I don't know, but I like the idea of its primitiveness. It's like survival on the fittest," Jin said.

"Correction. Survival of the fittest." Chen gave his bothered friend an "I'm-smart" smile with an eyebrow up.

"Duh, as you said, scholar. Do you want the weapon?" Jin walked ahead of Chen.

"Of course. Show the way, travel guide." He smiled again at his slowly annoyed buddy. "Just a joke. Come on." The friend only winked at him, meaning he was only acting. 

While walking, Chen was totally astounded by his experience. He felt he was really walking with his own two legs on a ruined pavement. He could feel the unevenness from the sole of his feet, the sunlight's heat touching his skin; the wind passing his body, the distinctive smell of the wild forest, and the stink of an abandoned place. 

He looked around and saw other people coming out from small houses, which looked like a bomb-blast shelter in every street corner. Their faces with colored hairs and unusual dresses reminded him he had not chosen his in-game outlook and outfit. Turning his head, Jin looked like his cartooned copy but with a big mole under his right eye and red hair, but he wore an army outfit. He looked down at his feet and saw his own old sneakers and personal outfit before he logged in.

Turning his head at his friend, he said, "Jin, what do I look like? I mean my face."

"Yours is your cartooned version. We should do some tasks so you can buy in-game clothes, footwear, even a new face."

"Ah, so it's not free at all unlike the other games." Chen clucked his tongue, thinking the game was taking advantage of their invited rich players.

"Yup, but they are cheap and you can buy using your blood coins." Jin lifted his gun, practicing his aim.

"Blood coins?"

"That's the game currency. You can earn them by doing tasks and killing zombies." Jin placed the gun at his side.

"Ooh, I'm itching to do those tasks. I want to find a new face. A charming one but more handsome than you." Chen placed two wide fingers under his chin. Jin laughed out loud, hearing his last comment.

Minutes after, with the help of the bullseye guide provided by the game at his line of sight, Chen killed a gross-looking rat in an abandoned children's park within the city. The downside was the sniper's aim feature was still locked, so he couldn't aim farther. A number 100 beside a red coin icon appeared on the right corner of his vision. 

Out of a sudden, a blinking red light covered his eyes with an audible voice saying, "Warning! Warning a mutated rat coming your way."

As he tried to process the warning, he saw a big-faced rat with a thorny tail about to jump straight on his face.

Peace once reigned in Kharlain, but such times have ended, and hell has broken loose as The Plague looms. 

Kross Melin struggles as a disaster-prone survivor. Death follows his every step, and destruction accompanies him, year after year. Eventually, his only living companions were the suspicion, doubt, and distrust which grew in his heart. Fed up with being a walking disaster, Kross is determined to get to the bottom of his curse even if it kills him.

After all, Death Is Not The End

(Note: In case people might wonder about the reviews, this is the revised version of the story. I changed it to focus only on sci-fi.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

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